The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Luca and Janie were visibly nervous too. Benjamin looked down and gave his nose a little pinch, as if to comfort himself. Waylon gently pushed the heavy door open.

The room was a tastefully decorated waiting lounge, filled with warm lights and the scent of fresh flowers. There were two maids in the room who immediately greeted Waylon with a polite bow. Beyond the lounge was another door.

“You may leave the room. I have some guests,” Waylon instructed the maids.

Abel glanced intently at the door, wondering if Emma was beyond those doors.

“This is usually where I spend some time with Emma. My father spends half his days here as well,” Waylon informed Abel.

“I want to see her,” Abel urged. “Is she in there?”

Benjamin walked to the door and opened it, motioning for Abel to step inside first. Abel immediately found Emma lying unconscious on a white king-sized bed covered in pristine white sheets. She was completely still and silent, almost like a wax figure. Abel froze in disbelief. Was his Emma… dead?

with a

Waylon, let me

or else I wouldn’t have brought you here,

long he had dreamed of the day where he could hold Emma in his arms once

move her, you will undo all the progress that’s been done so far and may even take away her last chance at

inhaled deeply. “… there’s still

already consulted with the best doctors around the world. Unfortunately, they’ve all agreed that they would not be able to retrieve the bullet via surgery, so we

“leaving it all up to fate”. If Emma was able to overcome this brutal process,

front of her bed. “Please, I’m begging you. You must hang in there and overcome

seen her, you

shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here

might not win this battle in the end,” Waylon emphasized again. “There’s no point for you to be here, and who